Growing Up Poems | Examples of Growing Up Poetry

They told him, “Boys don’t cry or feel,” “Stand tall, be hard, and never kneel.” So he learned young to wear a mask, To fake the strength they dared to ask. He bit his tongue, he clenched his jaw, Afraid to show a single flaw. And every tear he held inside Just made him hollow, made him hide. They praised him when he...

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sultry days, Summer sun budding breasts, bikini a pre-teen flower blooms tan skin, baby oil shine misty water beading making sweet rainbow dreams Some Kind Of Misty poetry contest Sponsored by Nette Onclaud July 5, 2025...

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It was the year of coming into my own. It was the summer I turned fourteen and I was discovering the meaning of freedom. I owned a ghettoblaster and together would take my blanket up the hill to stretch out in an empty field. My horizons had expanded and life seemed full of possibilities. The future was a vast expanse. Not knowing made the...

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I think the hardest things Are about letting him hurt When I know the suffering is real. Letting him choose to do what he can And can't And knowing I can't help.. I can't ask for more of him Because there's nothing left And he needs encouraging Especially when I'm worried it's not enough. It's impossible to balance wants and needs When I...

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When you stand before the mirror so still.. Do you count the years, against your will? Trace each line like a fading chart.. And mourn the youth that did depart? But what if mirrors told the tale.. Not of what's gone, but where you prevail? Not just the texture, time, or trace.. But every triumph you now embrace. The silvered reflection that greets...

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Forever is a giant ground, Where buried roots live in hope. Though, dead in earth and weak beyond The realistic of growth scientifically. Unless been uprooted and cast in fire, It remains a new seed to sprout new desires. Studies often wonder how each get to cope-- The threat of call, hope yield basically. But men are death bound; For...

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Childhood? You want to know about childhood? Eleven. Sleeve rolled high in Tehran's burning heat. Revolutionary Guard's fist finds my face— metal barrel pressed cold against my cheek, the sharp click of the hammer drawn back, that sound that steals sleep for years. --- Professional chess player, you ask? Sixteen. Recess bells ringing through cracked school tiles. We sketch our battlefield in white chalk...

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Smile & nod Actin like my attention spans top notch Steady glancin at the clock Checkin my wrist with no watch Don't take offense This probably won't make sense Sht got me all jittery & tense I really can't help it My brain cells are spent Done way too many drugs Still do...just because I keep going & going...

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I read through my old poems And my heartbreak is just words I can’t even remember what I felt for you Or why i was so desperate to hold on to something that didn’t even exist I spent years pining Overanalyzing your every movement Thinking that maybe next time you’d say something. You never did, yet i still held on to...

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In every heart mending moment I stand and speak you as mine A one of a kind redeeming love No shame in my game The answer is still the same Glad I gotcha to change your name I loved our wedding Unguided until you told me There was something I needed to see The start of our pregnancy defined you Then what's ah man to...

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Tell me how to think Tell me what to do Tell me if my politics Should be red or blue Tell me how to live What to keep or give And tell me what I know If I should stay or go Tell me what is truth Tell me what is lie Tell me how to keep Big corporate profits high Tell me how to live What to...

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Why not me, i always asks, In shadows where the silence basks, When sickness came, I felt the chill, While soup and love were his to fill. Mom turned her back, her heart a stone, As I lay weak, so all alone. He got the doctor, the gentle care,...

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My name's ANGIE, are you listening? I grew up listening to that group called Rolling Stones I was told you're wasting your time by dreaming They never knew how harsh they were with those tones. Words they thought were normal for dreamers I didn't see why not, nothing could stop that Until one I was caught with...

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Muse - Day 1, 2016 For years I had read Not realizing what I too, had given… I had given, just not sure what I received in return. So, in these, my later years thinking on this... I approached morning’s-day Muse Fresh with the Sun. From all I had become in the Sum of Days Muse asked gently of me... “Who are you?” I...

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no one ever taught him how to be a grown up all he is now a puppet, controlled by dangerous thoughts that tells him to run towards hill and jump into the valley freedom is far beyond his reach he believe his older version was too strong he had dreams, wishes and knew how to cling with hope but now...

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